The story of Baby-G started in the spring of 09’ while I was shed hunting in one of my favorite spots. I found a pretty massive shed on my farm that scored around 70 inches. I knew it was a nice shed off a deer I had never seen but didn’t give it much thought until the following summer. I seen a giant in a bean field that I didn’t recognize not 300 yards from where I had picked up that shed. I figured that could be him or a deer we called “Kickers” that lived in the same general area. Then early one morning while I was scouting I caught a glimpse of him going to bed in my timber.
In November of that year Dustin had two encounters with him and it appeared his eye had been put out. We decided with our neighbors that if Baby G made it through archery season alive, he was going to get a free pass during the gun seasons. Well this was the last time anyone saw him and Reconyx photos later proved his eye was fine, we were just hoping he made it through the winter
Then in the spring of 2010, Mark found one of his sheds. He was alive and we figured he would’ve scored in the 190’s that year if both sides matched. We seen him once this summer in that same bean field. Never to be seen again by a hunter until one November morning where Terry nearly got an arrow into him.
Fast forward to the end of December, I am sitting in a box blind just hoping Baby G might show his self in that same bean field. I look up about an hour before dark in the CRP and there he is standing there like a ghost 110 yards away. This is my first encounter with Baby G while hunting and he is just too big to believe. He was in the edge of the brush facing us and no way for a shot. After standing there for about 30 minutes he starts to walk toward me, facing me the whole time. He starts to angle and is about to turn broad side at 80 yards for the shot I needed. As if he knew he was about to die as he turns broad side my hammer comes back on my TC and he immediately beds down, I cannot believe this just happened.
I figured I would wait him out, keep my gun on him and when he stands up shoot him (well he didn’t read the script). I’m sitting there thinking, “what should I do to get this deer up.” I decided to just give him a little bit and see what happens. I can tell you that when you have a 230 inch deer bedded down in front of you, your heart is racing 4 beats a second and your mind starts acting up. Seconds turned to minutes and all I can see is his horns. He is 80 yards away and no possible shot. I elected not to try anything to get him to stand up, I figured he would just head towards the field to feed and with all the other deer around me I was afraid I would spook him and really blow my chance. He finally stood up, but it was too late to shoot.
So I had a 230 inch deer at 80 yards and didn’t get him killed! I’m thinking, “what is wrong with me and how could that have happened to me again.” I was left to question my decision of not to try and get him to stand. Surely there must have been something I could have done, but at the time nothing seemed right. But the next day I thought of a thousand things I could’ve should’ve done.
After trying to work around the wind the next few days, the only option I had to take advantage of the cold weather coming in was to put up a ground blind and hope to catch him coming out of the timber into the field before dark. So I decided to go into the edge of the corn field, put up a ground blind and brush it in really well. That afternoon we got to our blind real early and the first few does that entered the field saw the blind and spooked, this happened a couple of times and me nor the deer were liking this blind. At one point I started to unzip the blind, get out and go somewhere else, but I held tight and things started to calm down.
I had a bow tag in my pocket along with my muzzle loader tag so I took both to my blind with me thinking if a mature buck came in bow range, I would fill that tag first. Later that evening a five year old 8 pointer walked by but I elected not to shoot him with my PSE because deer movement was looking good and I thought with this kind of movement Baby G may be on his feet.
Right before dark my cameraman said there is a big buck out his window and he thinks it’s Baby G, I look and at first glance I knew it was him. We had deer very close and started moving things around trying to hurry for a shot but trying to be as quiet as possible. I had to get in his corner and he had to get where I was. It was a challenge no doubt! Finally I get around on that side and my cameraman cannot see Baby G in the view finder because of all the deer in the field. I am getting impatient and knowing what had just happened a few days ago, I did not want him to get away again. He is 50 yards ground level and moving away. I had the TC on him and when the camera got on him, I shot him. I knew I had made a good shot but with the smoke i didn’t see him fall. The thoughts that go through your mind at that moment is totally unexplainable! After calming down we loaded up our gear up and got out of the blind. I planned to go get Jeff, some lights and come back to see if we could find him.
We got our lights and headed to where he was standing when I pulled the trigger. He was laying right where I had shot him, the ground sloped so much that when he had fell I couldn’t see him from the ground blind. As I walk up to him, he keeps getting bigger and bigger! We had him rough scored him from all the Reconyx pictures and figured he was right at 230” and now I was really starting to believe it!
We took tons of photos and just enjoyed the moment the next couple of days. After what had happened to me last year on a close encounter with another giant it was like my second chance. Baby G was a once in a lifetime buck that had went from a 150’’ ten pointer to a 230’’ 21 pointer in two years. I want to thank God for my chance at this deer and to be able to live in an area with awesome deer and great landowners who share the same goals of growing big deer.